Big boys - big toys

It seems that, with the exception of the time he broke his shoulder, my husband comes out of his seizures with a new zest for life. It's usually brief, and then he goes back to being him, but I'll take what I can get.

I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of an RC truck slamming into the drywall and baseboards, and my daughter laughing so loud you could probably hear it outside of the house. I have no idea what possessed Rob to get this truck down out of the closet, but he did. And that truck defined our whole day. For starters, he decided he wanted a new, bigger truck. So we got the kids ready for a trip out and headed to the hobby store. Several hundred dollars later, Rob had a new toy. Of course, this toy didn't have the batteries charged or anything, but that's why we packed the original truck with us. From the hobby store, we picked up some sub sandwiches and headed to the park.

Jake and I stayed in the safe shade of the pavilion, but Rob and Nicole played with the original truck in an unused baseball field. The truck chased Nicole all over that ball field and stirred up a whole storm of dust. But she didn't seem to care. She just kept running. I watched, and tried to take a few pictures (post those later), and Jake ate cheerios. It was really a lot of fun. Well, until a bunch of rowdy local kids came and started bugging Rob about the truck. They weren't dangerous, but they were loud, and the language wasn't anything we needed Nicole to be exposed to, and they seemed insistent on being wherever we were. So we decided it was time to go home.

After a 3+ hour nap, Rob woke Nicole up to have some dinner. But first, the new truck's batteries were charged, so it needed a test run around the yard. Nicole was glad to help. She ran around the yard so that the truck had something to chase.

All in all, it was a very good day. I wish we were in the habit of having more like that.